Chapter One Hundred-Twelve

I believe that there’s only a thin line that separates genius and madness. Now I’m starting believe that between humanity and divinity there’s only a short line that separates them.

How funny it is. When I want to look back I always thought there’s a big gap between them. I always though that if there’s a thin that would separate something, it would be good and evil.

A shame really.

Under the pale moonlight, a long braid of silver hair, decorated with vibrant flowers. Calm and collected could be observe from her face, she was looking at the bouquet of floras on her hands.

Eyes strained with gentleness and love.

So, this is the Saintess of the Earth Mother’s church. For her to descend directly, it only means one thing.

Something will bloom or something will wither, just like a flower and plant.

“I greet the Saintess of Earth Mother’s Church.”

I believe that there’s only a thin line that separates genius and madness. Now I’m starting believe that between humanity and divinity the